the way i have traveled,
circling,
moving far away, then back to the roots.
born under sky and cold,
i wandered to French speaking places,
dreamed near ocean until it broke me.
crawled back,
limbs exhausted,
fingers buried down deep
in the dirt,
clinging to the prairies.
as a child,
i lost myself
near the south Saskatchewan,
wandered through fallen leaves.
years later,
i find solace in a river with a […]
i wish i could
show you the true contents of my world
and how i see the sky
i would show you how it feels
to lie on a beach
and curl up in the sand
i would let you see why the words
keep me awake at night
and why i long to be embraced
and how cold your teeth feel
against my neck
i […]
one day on the street in Saskatoon
an old indian with a tired face
asks me to buy a drink
for a child.
i think for a minute, say okay.
i want to be good, you know.
i go into the store.
the child is small,
face needs washing,
eyes keep flitting about.
he wants pop, but i insist on juice.
on the way back outside […]
